IntroVerse 1The Morning Breeze Is Off And GoneThe Winding Factory Streets Are CleanOld Ladies Put The Kettle OnAnd All-Night Lechers Pause And LeanOn Grey Shop Windows, EverywhereA Deeper Hum Is In The AirHotel Room, A Drifter Leaves No CluesSoloVerse 2He Rides A Freight-Train Out Of TownAnd Whistles At The Icy RimeThe Cattle Float Like Thistle-DownsAnd God Is On The Edge Of TimeSomewhere Behind A Siren WailsThe Freight-Train Soars Above The RailsThe Traveller, He's Hard As Nails As The Train Sweeps Down The LineSoloVerse 3The Salmon Season's Here To StayAnd Etched Into Each Shoulder-BoneThe Mark Of Cain Is On DisplayAs Stone Above Each Measured StoneOld Dresden Burns Above The BreezeThe Traveller, He's On His KneesHe's Watching Sledge-Wings Dip And Play So Far Above The Holy Throne, Hey YeahSoloOutroDresden Blues(Repeat And Fade)
